I don't tell that many people that I am actually a transvestite
Although most of my mates know now.

But if I get a legitimate excuse, try stopping me. Went to a fancy dress dressed as Agent Scully, and got amazingly drunk. On the way back to pick up some stuff from my car before jumping in a taxi, two guys were walking towards me. One of them wolf-whistled. I think they're taking the piss, and say "thanks guys" in my normal blokish voice, to which he replies, shocked "is that a bloke?!" I laughed and laughed.

And to Fothermocker and any other doubters, I've been told by many many people (of both sexes) that I look great. The only reason I don't do it more often is that I'm scared of being killed with sticks.
(Thu 15th Mar 2007, 17:29, More)

Mine is easy
I was in Great Yarmouth a few years ago, looking out to the wave break, made out of grey rocks. An elderly American couple come up to me, and the man asks: "Are they the White Cliffs of Dover?"

I am stunned, and managed to stammer out: "No, the White Cliffs of Dover are a few hundred miles south of here, and on this side of the sea."
(Sun 10th Jul 2005, 22:52, More)